He managed a stuttered hello, his eyes looking at me with a question. She went to set the table and left us alone in the living room to socialize. �...Are you crazy???’ he asked me as soon as she was out the room, ‘what are you doing here?’ ‘I work with your wife and I was invited to dinner’. ‘You work with my wife?’ he asked in a horrified voice. ‘Yes’, I nodded my head. He started to say something but she came in the room and he stopped. ‘Well, now that you know each other better, let’s go. She broke the kiss with "Undress..."We did. I looked. Damned right I looked. If I'm committing "'Til death us do part" with this woman, I want to enjoy what I see.At first she covered her breasts, then spoke, "You don't look at me like ... I dunno, Chuck. It's like you think I'm pretty..." You are." Pretty enough to make this thing happy," she stated, her fingers measuring my erection, causing me to moan."I love the way you do that, Jenn. It's like your fingers KNOW..." I struggled. The speech. As I dried myself with a towel, I peeked into the room.Trish was atop the machine with the soft mechanical dildo deep in her pussy, and her clit pushed solidly against the ribbed pad providing stimulation to that area. Her eyes were closed, and she was holding onto the support bar with white knuckles. Pam had the control in her hand and was varying the pace of the vibrations and dildo rotations with the control knobs. From the sounds, she had Trish somewhere between medium and full tilt.After. That drew a loud cheer from the assembly."No ... no thank you," I answered to the demand."Come on, Coach," another staffer yelled. "You can do it. Let's see your touchdown dance." No ... No, I'm not doing that!" I protested. The demands from the staff continued and some scouts voiced their wishes too."You can do it!" a loud voice called from the back of the room. It sounded a lot like Christian's voice."I don't have a touchdown dance," I protested. "I score too often. I don't have time to.